Spilled Ink
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OLD WORLD, NEW WORLD
They say it’s pouring cats and dogs But somehow the rain has evaded us I’ve seen you in college and asked around And here at the cafeteria forecourt Everybody seems to know you It feels like you’ve seen me But that’s just what I think We exchange glances And you wonder who I am You’ve Continue reading
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REMNANTS
Love, longing, desire No longer mere expressions Just prisons that no one escapes Unseen hands that shaped our love It is not a blameless world We are building cages for us Slowly, steadily, one brick at a time Watching the Sun disappear into A horizon that we used to call our own But who are Continue reading
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THE ILLUSION OF THE MIND
Blissful soul, Not an illusion, Not after what we did Delusion, In time. Beating hearts, Escaping from permanence, Miles from reality but verging Perpetuation, After life. Telling lies, Striding after activity, Never peaceful and killing me Calm, Truthful hurt. Loving you, Chose to walk, Chose hurt over love anyway, Haunting, Terrifying nights. Grudging mind, Making Continue reading
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DRIVE YOU HOME
Long after the Sun has set, And the waves have crashed and met, Whenever you’re in any doubt, Know that you won’t have to shout, I’ll be here to drive you home. Long after your legs have given way, I won’t care if it’s night or day, When you’re tired and feel like you’ve had Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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